Monthly Archives: February 2012

“the only way to master love is to practice love. you don’t need to justify your love, you don’t need to explain your love; you just need to practice your love. practice creates the master.”

don miguel ruiz

Reblogged from come correct


Black people are limited in time travel options.

Choosing Pancakes, JB, and I were discussing this last night. Whenever I get asked what time period I wish I’d been born in or whatever, I consistently say my own. And while I don’t think that’s incorrect, I will admit that if I could go back in time, it would probably be to be among this man’s contemporaries:

“Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair? Who taught you to hate the color of your skin to such extent that you bleach to get like the white man? Who taught you to hate the shape of your nose and the shape of your lips? Who taught you to hate yourself from the top of your head to the soles of your feet? Who taught you to hate your own kind? Who taught you to hate the race you belong to so much so that you don’t want to be around each other? Before you come asking Mr. Mohammed does he teach hate, you should ask to yourself who taught you to hate being what God gave you?”

 –Malcom X
reblogged from orange&black in brazil
Replace “God” with “your mama” and I’m right there with him.